A/N: I know I have a dozen stories that I haven't finished, but I like this idea, so I'm working on it for right now.

This story is set after HBP, and mainly features Ginny. Harry is in it intermittently, but I just wanted to focus on the youngest Weasley.

Ginny stared at the parchment in shock, then looked up at Luna in shock.

"How sure of this are you?" she gasped.

Luna shrugged. "Our house elf, Juju discovered it when she delivered our charitable contribution to Gringotts. She said it was important I tell you."

She could barely see with her head swimming in confusion, but Ginny knew she had to tell Harry. After the wedding party broke up, of course.

"Ginny, whatever you decide, I will help you out," Luna said quietly.

Ginny nodded. "I only have one option, and that's to tell him. It's his decision that's bound to set the Wizarding World on end."

Whose decision?" the voice of Harry Potter queried from the door. Ginny jumped in surprise, but Luna just smiled distractedly.

"The amount of gnarligs in the air must have alerted you that someone was talking about you," she stated.

Harry looked like he wanted to say something, but he just forced a smile in return. "That must have been what happened, Luna."

The blonde girl stood and nodded. "I'll be going. Bye."

"See you later, Luna," Ginny replied, mentally cursing her flighty friend.

As soon as Luna left the youngest Weasley's room, Harry entered and took the seat on Ginny's bed that had just been vacated.

"What's going on, Gin?" he asked in a purposefully light tone.

"Are you still doing that?" Ginny snapped in an attempt to take charge of the conversation.

"What?"

"Pretending you're fine, even though you have every right to be upset and to need some time to recuperate."

Harry smirked, and Ginny hated seeing that expression on his face. It reminded her of Draco Malfoy, or Tom Riddle.

"I'm sure Voldemort's sitting somewhere saying, 'Let's lay off old Harry, boys. I'm sure he could use some time to get things together.' Come off it, Gin. What were you and Luna talking about?"

Ginny shifted and attempted to move the parchment Luna had brought to her. Harry caught the movement and snatched it away from her. He searched the paper intently, and after a moment he looked up.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Luna's house elf discovered it while she was dropping of a contribution. I was going to tell you when there were fewer people here."

Harry glanced at the parchment again. "These numbers…what are they?"

Ginny looked where he was gesturing. "Money. Galleons, to be exact."

Harry gaped. "And this; what does this mean?"

Ginny read. "Those are properties. See? Here's 12 Grimmauld Place."

Hands shaking, Harry breathed carefully. "And this part?"

"Wizard stocks," Ginny answered. "In Honeydukes, and Gringotts, and Ollivanders…and oddly, in Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

"Oh, well, that one I knew about," Harry mumbled.

"Really?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Ginny, what is this?" Harry demanded, pointing at the holdings.

"It's yours." Ginny sighed. "It's all yours. From your parents, Sirius, and Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't believe it. "This is too much for one person. I can't take care of all this right now."

Ginny nodded. "I know, you need a financial advisor or something."

"I don't even know what this figures behind the stocks mean."

"These are the purchase values, and this is the current price, and this is the projected futures."

He stared at Ginny in surprise. "When did you learn about stocks?"

Ginny giggled. "I don't have much to laugh about these days. I've been interested in things like that since Percy tried to make some extra cash. I've always been pretty good at picking good ones. We…you need to get someone who knows about this to help you out."

Harry looked closely at her. "I think you had it right the first time."

Ginny's eyes snapped up in astonishment. "Harry, you…we…aren't together now."

He sighed, and reached for Ginny's hand. She moved toward him almost unconsciously and leaned against him.

"Gin, you know why I did that. I'm trying to protect you."

She didn't answer and he leaned back to look at her. At her tears, he melted inside.

"Gods, Gin. Please don't cry. It kills something in me to see tears coming from you."

Ginny sniffed and looked up. "I'm sorry, Harry. You know how I feel. I love you, and I have forever. You're always protecting me, and I'd like to do something for you."

Harry hugged her close. "Just be here, be you. Knowing that you're okay is what I focus on when I feel my lowest."

Ginny pushed away and crossed her room. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared back at him. "And what do I get, Harry?"

Harry started to answer, but Ginny cut him off. "No! You go and hunt horcruxes and fight Death Eaters and Riddle, and you get to know that I'm here waiting for you. What about me, Harry? What proof have I got of your love?"

"Do you need proof, Gin?"

Ginny felt her eyes well again. "I need something," she whispered.

Harry sighed. "I don't know what I can give you that will comfort you. I'm running short on faith myself."

Ginny rubbed her hands across her eyes and took several deep breaths. "If you want my opinion, you'll ask Dad about your new financial situation. I need to get back to the party."

Harry watched Ginny go, an idea forming in his head.

Later that evening, he and Arthur were sitting at the kitchen sink looking at the holdings Harry had recently become aware of.

"Ginny was right, you definitely need a financial advisor. I would choose a goblin, but I would also find a human to put in charge of it, in case something should happen when you…"

Harry nodded. "I understand. Mr. Weasley, sir…can I ask you something?"

Arthur looked up. "About my daughter, I presume."

The younger man nodded miserably. "Is there any way I could put Ginny in charge of all this?"

Arthur sighed and weighed his options. He could just say no, and face his conscience, or he could explain everything he knew to Harry and face Molly.

"Unfortunately, Harry, Ginny's underage, and still in school. So, the way things stand, she couldn't hold any control over financial holdings of any kind. Unless…"

"Unless what, Mr. Weasley?"

"Unless she were married."

Harry stared at Arthur in shock. "I…I can't just…I mean…she's your…and Mrs. Weasley…"

"What about me?" Molly asked, entering the kitchen.

"Harry wants Ginny to manage his estate while he's trying to defeat You-Know-Who," Arthur explained.

Molly nodded. "I'm sorry, dear. But under wizard law, Ginny would have to be married to do that for you."

Harry nodded, staring deeply at the parchment.

"Oh dear," Molly said, sitting next to her husband at the table. "Harry, you still want Ginny to do it, don't you?"

He looked up in surprise. "What?"

Arthur looked at his wife. "You see it, too, Molly?"

Harry looked from one to the other in confusion. "I don't understand."

Molly reached for his hand.

"You love Ginny, Don't you, Harry?"

Harry nodded. Finally, everything made sense. "No! Wait, I'm not asking for…"

Arthur smiled. "We know. You wouldn't either."

"I won't put Ginny in danger," the young man stated firmly.

"She will be in danger anyway," Molly answered. "There isn't a single person in our world who doubts what you feel for our daughter. She loves you too."

"But, Mrs. Weasley! You've given me so much, I'm not going to do something stupid…"

"Harry," Arthur said with a glance toward Molly. "If Ginny would have you, you would also have our blessing."

Harry sat, stunned for a bit. This was crazy! Arthur and Molly Weasley had just given him permission to marry their 16 year old daughter! Harry had to talk to someone, he had to make sense of this.

He had to find Ginny.

Ginny was staring blindly out her window when Harry opened her door.

"Ginny? Can I come in?"

She shrugged and turned to look at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately upon seeing his drawn face.

"Gin, we need to talk. About what you and I were talking about his morning."

"All right," she said warily, moving to her bed and motioning for him to sit also.

As he sat, Harry took a deep breath.

"Just spit it out, Harry," she encouraged. "I'll help you through whatever it is. I promise."

Harry made the mistake of making eye contact, and then whole story came spilling out.

"Your dad and I were talking and he said you could be the financial person for all this, but then he said that you'd have to be married to do that, and it seems you'd have to be married to me to run my estate, only I didn't get it and your mum came in the room and told me that it made sense to do that and if you'd do it, they would give their blessing, only I was so confused and it took forever to figure it out and when I did I couldn't believe what they were saying…"

"Harry!" Ginny interrupted. "Did you just tell me that you want me to manage your estate?"

Harry nodded and shrugged. "I trust you more than anyone else, and you know about stocks and things."

"That's major," Ginny murmured. "But I'm underage, so I'd have to be married to do something like that."

Harry turned beet red. "Married to someone in particular, actually."

Ginny's mouth formed a little "O" of surprise. "Married to you."

The two of them stared at each other, each lost in their own thoughts. Ginny finally broke the silence.

"Did you say they know about that?"

He nodded, finding it difficult to swallow. "Your dad said that if you'd have me, I'd have their blessing."

"Oh my," Ginny whispered.

"You don't have to Gin," Harry said quickly. "I'm going to also have a goblin from Gringotts keeping an eye on things. But if you did, I'd put you on full access, you could spend whatever you like. If something happened to me, I'd want you and your family to have it anyway."

"I couldn't spend your money, Harry," Ginny told him, scowling.

"You're cute when you're annoyed," Harry pronounced. "And if we were married, it would be your money, and I don't think you could spend the amount on that bit of parchment."

Ginny walked to the window, lost in thought.

"It would be a secret marriage for now," he told her. "By law you and I would be married, and in my heart I will belong to you no matter what you decide, but in the public eye, I want to keep it quiet. You're already in danger, being 'Mrs. Potter' would multiply that threat. I'm not just looking for someone to be a watchdog, I would want a forever sort of marriage from you."

"There's only a forever sort of marriage in the wizarding world. 'Till death do us part,' is contractual magic, that's why the bride and groom clasp hands. The only way out of it is for one of them to die."

Harry nodded and stared at her bedroom floor. "I understand if it's too much right now."

Ginny shook her head. "I just…I always thought I'd have a big wedding and a beautiful dress…it's kind of silly. I know that it would all have to be kept hushed and I'm just having trouble letting go of that old dream."

Harry crossed the room to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't let go of that dream. When this is all over, we can always get married again. Huge wedding however you like it."

"Really?" Ginny asked in awe. "You'd do that for me?"

Harry locked her gaze and smiled wistfully. "I'd die for you, Gin."

"Harry…I will…I'll marry you, even if I can't tell anyone."

It was a difficult thing to accomplish in two weeks time. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were preparing to go search for the horcuxes that would enable them to defeat Voldemort. Arthur was drawing up paperwork with the help of Griphook the goblin to give Ginny equal access to all of Harry's holdings. And Ginny and Molly got everything that was needed for a secret wedding. Only immediate family was informed about eh impending nuptials, and not even Percy was included. Bill and Charlie had the most difficult time accepting that Ginny was old enough to wed anyone, let alone Harry, who they both thought was very young also. The twins threatened him good-naturedly and promised to keep an eye one her, as they were headed back to Hogwarts to teach potions (a class that, thanks to their Wheezes, they were exceptionally good at). Ron and Hermione were against it at first, but made a complete 180 degree turn when Harry stumbled upon them snogging in Ron's room.

Minerva McGonagall performed the ceremony, as Headmistress of Hogwarts. Thus it came about that Ginny Weasley became Ginny Potter, and only a dozen people knew. Professor McGonagall promised that no teachers would know of it, and she would still be listed as Miss Weasley on their rosters. She did insist that Madame Pompfrey be informed about the marriage. The healer would be able to help her out more easily if bad news came if she were properly prepared.

Harry and Ginny agreed, but they would have agreed to anything. They spent most of their wedding day staring at each other as though they were very confused about what to do next. Finally around ten that evening, Molly yawned rather loudly and announced it was time for bed.

"Hermione, dear, you did get all moved into Percy's old room, didn't you?" she added in an insistent voice.

"Yes," Hermione assured her. "I think I'll turn in now."

"Me too," Ron said hurriedly. "I think I definitely need to be unconscious right now."

Soon the newly married couple found themselves alone.

"So…" Harry began awkwardly.

Ginny giggled. "Let's go upstairs, where we don't feel like we're being watched."

Harry nodded in agreement, and the two locked themselves in Ginny's room. They may have been young when they said 'I do,' but they began their marriage with a night of discovery that so few people still get to enjoy.